It wasn't Mystra that he wanted, that much remained clear even as all clarity began to slip away. It wasn't her hands that he craved. He hadn't thought about her face when he had pumped desperately into his shaking hand every night previous, and it hadn't been her name on his lips when he had ejaculated hot spurts of semen into his fist. Gale/reader's f! Tav. I deliberately left all descriptions of Tav as vague and non-descript as possible so that the reader can make her whomever they wish her to be. No mentions of race, class, or physical description (beyond the absolute necessities). Submitted for your approval. 🙏 I hope that you enjoy. ❤️